Oral Under the Desk II (Audio Script)

Stories

This meeting could have been an email but instead, here we still are… 45 minutes later. I’m not even paying attention anymore, and honestly? I don’t think anyone has been for ages.

I can’t stop thinking about the last time I was in my home office, in a meeting just like this, when my girlfriend came in to…

Surprise me. And oh, what a surprise it was when she crawled underneath my desk and…

The memory of her lips on the inside of my thigh, tracing up my bare skin is so sharp that I find myself tracing the same path… teasing my suddenly sensitive skin with the lightest touch.

She didn’t tease me long, before her fingers dipped underneath the hem of my shorts, and pulled my panties to the side, so I do the same… right now… imagining her touch…

And I’m surprised to find myself slick and swollen, already needy.

I should wait for her… I could give her a surprise of my own, and meet her at the door… maybe naked.

But when the meeting mercifully ends and instead of navigating to my emails, my hand stays between my legs, trailing until one manicured fingertip slips between my slick lips and I know I can’t wait. I can’t even wait until the end of my workday.

So I give in to my desperate horniness and begin to play with myself, my fingertips tracing the edges of my labia, teasing my lips before parting them and circling my clit.

“Oh, god…”

It feels so good. So daring, as I play with myself under my desk while I try to pretend I’m paying attention to my emails.

Especially when I touch myself just like she touched me.

I remember how it felt when her tongue circled me right… Ohhh, right there… and the pressure of her lips as she sucked my clit just like… mmm, like she did.

But even as the pleasure builds while I play with myself, using the memory of her touch to guide me… I want more.

Maybe I should wait… I could… Oh!

My head snaps up when I remember that I’d hidden a bullet vibrator on my bookshelf after her last surprise. Just in case the mood ever struck and…

I return to my desk with my prize, flicking the small but mighty toy on and tucking it into the seam of my panties so I can grind against it while I try to answer some emails.

I delete 5 or 6 emails, and don’t successfully respond to a single one as the toy buzzes between my legs. I can’t help the way I’m grinding on it, pressing myself into the seam of my shorts, trying to get the friction exactly where I wanted it…

Fuck, it feels so good.

Somehow, being teased by the toy feels even more deliciously naughty than when it was my fingers between my legs, touching and teasing me.

Especially when I’m picturing my girlfriend between my legs, imagining that she’s the one holding the toy against my pussy lips, teasing my clit until it’s throbbing for her and I’m begging.

“Mmm, god, fuck.”

My hips rock, emails forgotten, as I grind against the vibrator between my legs and imagine my girlfriend and the way she touches me… I picture her body, full tits and soft skin… her wicked smile when she knows she’s got me where she wants me.

“Yes, oh…”

I imagine her, between my legs, her own hand between hers as her tongue sucks and fu–

“Starting without me?”

“OH MY GOD! Ah, You.. I… you’re home early.”

I practically jump out of my skin, my chair spinning toward the door when my entire body jolts in shock. I spot my girlfriend standing in the office door, watching me with a hungry smile.

“I got off early… looks like you’re trying to do the same.

Don’t stop on my account.

”

I’m frozen, the vibrator still buzzing against my needy, slick flesh as equal parts excitement and humiliation roll through me… but her gaze never leaves me, even though it dips from my eyes to my lips… my tits… my hips… before finding the apex of my thighs.

A flush of boldness follows her hot gaze and I grind my hips once, then remove the slippery vibrator, flicking it off and spreading my thighs, exposing myself to her…

“Hm, I don’t think I want to continue… I think I’d like you to. Come here.”

She crosses the room, her steps soft and even until she’s beside me and I know exactly what I want now.

“Get on your knees, baby.

I want you to make me feel good. Just like last time.

”

She doesn’t hesitate as she drops to her knees in front of me, and crawls between my thighs.

Her mouth is on me, teasing as I feel her hot breath over the damp crotch of my shorts, kissing and nipping at my swollen pussy lips through the material.

I’ve never been teased like this - it’s not usually our vibe. But I am already so turned on, the intensity of this makes me fucking desperate. I roll my hips, pressing my pussy into her face, my body begging for more.

“Is this what you want?”

“Yes… no, I— fuck baby, more.. I need to feel your mouth.”

She laughs against me, but gives me what I need when she pulls my shorts and panties down my thighs roughly, the broad heat of her tongue licking me from pussy to clit.

“Mmmm, god.”

She eats me like she’s starving, licking and sucking, pulling pleasure from me like it belongs to her. Her tongue swirls and pulls… she’s feral as she devours me and I never want her to stop even as she presses up on her knees, leveraging her body weight so she can drag the tip of her nose against my clit while she tongue fucks me and I think I might passion, just like this.

“Baby… on the desk.”

I’m dazed, on the edge of climax and frustrated by the denial as she grips my hips and encourages me to my feet, pressing me back across my desk until—

“That’s it… look at you, laid out like a feast for me… and I’m fucking starving.”

She lowers her mouth to me again, one hand reaching up to palm my tit as she sucks my clit. Her other hand is below her chin, two fingers teasing my entrance as I writhe against her, wanting more.

“Baby… please… inside me.”

“You do love having something inside you, don’t you, my needy girl? My fingers… that dildo. You like when I fill your holes, don’t you?”

Heat ripples through me at the memory of the strap-on she surprised me with, the way she praised me just like this while I sucked it… praise and degradation mixing with my need to make me even more desperate. It worked then, and it’s working now.

“The.. your… strap-on”

“Mmm, I know baby, you sucked it so good… and now it’s my turn to suck you… this sweet little clit.”

“Unless you want me to stop.

I could go get the strap on…

have you suck me off again

”

The memory replays in my mind as she dips her head again and licks my clit.

“But I don’t want to stop… I want you just like this…”

Her gaze is hot as she rises briefly before she’s leaning over me, her lips wet with me as she kisses her way across my hips and belly… I’m gasping, edged and teased again and frustrated when I think she’s going to stop but then… she starts again.

“Oh, fuccckkkk yes.”

“You like it when I fuck you, baby? Can you take more?”

I’m desperate, I feel like I’ve been on the edge forever, and I nod fervently as she adds another finger, curling them against me.

“Holy shit, yes, yes yes.”

“That’s my girl.

Ride my hand. Rock those hips, baby.

God, I love how desperate you are for me.

”

Her gaze is hot as she fucks me and I’m enraptured by the feel of her, the way her breath ghosts over my skin as she fucks me. The sensation of her wraps around my body and builds my pleasure up, up, up– god, it’s so good.

“I should catch you masturbating more often if this is what it does to you. Or is it the memory of the last time we were together? Maybe you need more, hm? Do you… need something to suck on?

”

My eyes go wide, pupils blown with desire as her fingers slide out of me and into her mouth.

She sucks my wetness from her fingers and I notice then that her other hand is between her own legs as she moans.

Then, she’s raising her other hand, fingers shining as she lifts them to my lips.

“Mmm, your turn. Taste me baby.”

God, the taste of her. Salty and warm, so uniquely her… I feel lost in her. I suck her fingers, tongue swirling at the same pace that my hips grind as she begins to fuck me again.

“That’s it baby, you look so good when you’re sucking me off while I fuck you… so good. Don’t stop.”

And I won’t, I can’t, I’m so close as…

“I feel you baby, I feel the way you’re gripping me.

You want to passion, baby?

You need me to keep fucking you so you can passion all over my hand?”

”

That’s exactly what I need and she knows it, but I can’t… god, I’m so close, too close to tell her, so I just

“Please.”

“I know you need it baby, let go. passion for me.”

“Did I just—”

Her fingers slow but don’t stop as she keeps fucking me through the aftershocks of my intense climax.

“Squirt? Yeah, baby.

Yeah you did. And it was so fucking hot.

”

The way she’s looking at me, a mix of shock and desperation… I’m so aware of her now, the way she’s breathing hard, her hand still working between my legs… and I’m aware of her pussy, hot and wet against my thigh where she’s been working herself as she fucked me.

I reach down and lightly grip her wrist until she stills.

“That was so good, baby. I’ve never passion so hard, I made such a mess for you...”

“Now let me make a mess of you.”

“What do you…”

She trails off as I grip her hips, pulling her to me until our chests are pressed together as I kiss her.

My hands are everywhere as I kiss her, hiking her dress up to find her pussy wet and bare beneath it as I trace her, and she’s moaning into my kiss.

I waste no time finding my way between her slick folds and pressing two fingers into her, fucking her as I use my thumb to trace her clit.

She’s hot and throbbing against me as I fuck her, moaning into my mouth, writhing against me and I feel unstoppable.

Her pleasure is consuming and I want it to consume us both.

“That’s it baby, yes. Let me hear you. Does it feel good?”

“Yes, yes… don’t stop, don’t… please… keep fucking me.

So good. Feels…. So good.

”

She’s panting and gasping, her hips rocking into my hand as I fuck her. Her pussy is wet, hot and tight as she grips me.

“So, so good… baby, yes. Ohhh yes.

Like that, right there, please

”

Even her pussy is begging me for more.. And I want to give it to her.

“So good, that’s it. Take what you need.

Let me make you feel good, let me make you passion baby. Take it all.”

”

“I’m gonna… baby, I’m…”

“passion, baby, that’s it. Let it go.”

And she does, the rhythmic roll of her climax gripping me to her as I fuck her through it.

I am speechless as I watch her return to herself, her body soft and pliant against me as she catches her breath.

When her eyes flutter open and her gaze finds mine, she is soft and warm, her eyes full of affection and surprise.

I know the feeling.